And here’s some shit that’s taking me back to the
Golden Cheetos Era of 2004…
While wearing another pair of dark-sided, fug boots ripped out of the bowels of DWS, Brit Brit hung out with certified douche and professional baby maker KFed at the Cheetolings’ soccer game in Woodland Hills, CA yesterday. KFed’s kids with Shar Jackson also came along. Never mind that Brit Brit’s weave looks like a ratty Slinky of white hair that’s slowly falling apart, when did KFed lose his FUPA and become sort of hot-ish again? Yes, he still looks like he produces massive amounts of pasteurized dick cheese and he’s still trying to make baggy athletic capris happen (bitch needs to know that only the Peanuts gang can pull off shorts that want to be pants), but he almost looks like the gold digging twat of 2004 who stole Brit Brit’s hillbilly heart.
With all that being said, I would never EVER hit that shit. It’s not worth it. No, I don’t have ovaries, but that wouldn’t stop KFed’s freakishly strong super sperm. It’s been said that when KFed shoots a load up into you, his jizz fish barfs out a bunch of ovary eggs and then they fertilize those eggs in you. Sorry, but I don’t have Brit Brit money to pay KFed to take care of the 500 kids he’d knock up with.